the beautiful grave (book II)

the sky is green

krista

I continued to have dreams once I settled back inside Matrix Academy. Except, this time, none of them involved me chasing after myself.

     Those ones were just plain weird.

     No, this time I had a dream where I was inside this illuminated silver room. The moon was shining through the windows, if it weren't for that then it would have been a dark blue. There was something eerie about the scene, but I just couldn't place my finger it.

     And each time I woke up, I felt a huge weight lying on my chest. Like a tonne of steel. Or a person sitting on top of me. It hardly made sense, but I guess it was what it was.

     Each time I opened my eyes, I expected someone to be by my side, waiting, watching... but then I'd be in for disappointment. I'd awake to an empty room, with no proof any body besides my own had been there. It was kind of upsetting when I thought about how I'd pictured Damon lying beside me as I napped. Well, it seemed I was wrong about that.

     I winced as I turned around in bed, feeling something break into the flesh of my spine. I went to retrieve it, but I couldn't find the item in question. It's like it didn't want to be found, as confusing as that probably sounded.

     There were many things people could say about me, but I wasn't a quitter. When I went on the hunt for something, there was no going back, it was either get it or die trying. And, considering the predicaments I'd been getting myself into lately, I seemed to be heading for the latter.

     As I rubbed my lips together I tried to remember what it had felt like. Was it soft? Not really, more flat and boarded. Like... a book.

     What kind of book was I trying to keep secret? The most confusing thought of all was: if I was trying to hide it, then it must be of importance. I mean, why would I have something so significant?

     Forgetting that it suddenly got chilly inside the room, I lifted up my mattress and tipped it over.

     There they lay... all in perfect order. My diaries, week beginning to end. And they weren't just in chronological order, but situated perfectly so that they were all in a neat and fashionable line. I normally didn't have the patience to do that...

     Which could only mean that somebody had read my diaries.

     But who would do such a thing?

     My train of thought was interrupted however, as I heard a voice outside the door that wasn't one I hoped for. It was female, but it wasn't above all normal – as if it wasn't really there.

     I couldn't be certain what it was exactly. Or who, for that matter, actually. I only hoped that when they came in, I was going to evoke all memories of them sufficiently. I didn't need a repeat of Frost.

     Setting aside the thought of him, I decisively kept my pillow close (just in case), as the door opened with a creak and revealed somebody utterly different than what I expected.

     It was neither of my roommates nor Damon or Alec, my protector, it was a person I didn't think I'd ever truly met before.

     "You're supposed to be dead." She said, as she folded her arms and raised an ashen blonde eyebrow, which was somewhat confusing, since her hair was blue. As bright as the sky and electronic bolts, I knew it wasn't true, but it captured my attention all the same.

     She was abnormally beautiful, like a character out of a book or perhaps even made of myth that it instantly made me green with envy. Her hips were wide and narrow and she had a chin that could carve through stone. Everything about her was radiant.